Gucci Tried to Tell Me
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
I got no facade, I can't change the course
A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe
I'm no Randy Moss
But I'll catch your feels one day
Smokin' trees I planted
Smoke in peace, she painted
Lost in the sauce
I find myself in all your crevices
Heaven-sent, don't gotta wonder why you levitate
It's evident, your pull is actually gravitational
When I switch up, pray you pick up on this gravitas
My tongue will twist, my heart a kamikaze
I make these statements 'cause they bona fide
Won't blow my high, but damn consistently I'm blown away
Flow shit your way, whole time I'm tryna have you flewed out
Bump Ella Mai, I see us boo'd up
She stole my soul, must be in blue suede shoes
I'm in her Kool-Aid, she got the juice, I call her Kool G
Don't leave the crib, we catchin' Blu-rays
Blend it well, we sipped a smoothie
King, it's just a Tuesday
Won't hesitate, I'm sure as Al B.
By her side, or in her shadows, is where I'll, hmm
Is where I'll be, yeah
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
You know, consistently, I'm blown away, away, away
You got me good, you got me gone
Wasn't even smokin' stoned, wasn't even smokin' strong
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
You know, consistently, I'm blown away, away, away
I got no facade, I can't change the course
A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe
I'm no Randy Moss
But I'm catchin' feels one day
Feel like on a plane, I'm boardin', oh
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
I got no facade, I can't change the course
A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe
I'm no Randy Moss
But I'll catch your feels one day
Smokin' trees I planted
Smoke in peace, she painted
Lost in the sauce
I find myself in all your crevices
Heaven-sent, don't gotta wonder why you levitate
It's evident, your pull is actually gravitational
When I switch up, pray you pick up on this gravitas
My tongue will twist, my heart a kamikaze
I make these statements 'cause they bona fide
Won't blow my high, but damn consistently I'm blown away
Flow shit your way, whole time I'm tryna have you flewed out
Bump Ella Mai, I see us boo'd up
She stole my soul, must be in blue suede shoes
I'm in her Kool-Aid, she got the juice, I call her Kool G
Don't leave the crib, we catchin' Blu-rays
Blend it well, we sipped a smoothie
King, it's just a Tuesday
Won't hesitate, I'm sure as Al B.
By her side, or in her shadows, is where I'll, hmm
Is where I'll be, yeah
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
You know, consistently, I'm blown away, away, away
You got me good, you got me gone
Wasn't even smokin' stoned, wasn't even smokin' strong
Lost in the sauce
And that sauce is yours, I double-dipped
You know, consistently, I'm blown away, away, away
I got no facade, I can't change the course
A Titanic lost, if we lose this vibe
I'm no Randy Moss
But I'm catchin' feels one day
Feel like on a plane, I'm boardin', oh
Lost in the sauce
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Writer(s): Tyler Joseph Acord, Jayson Andrew Jenkins
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